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" I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho "
Experience & Education - Page 34
by John Dewey - 2007 - 94 pages
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 181

1895 - 588 pages
...a part of all that I have met. Yet all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 6

American literature - 1867 - 796 pages
...their distances. Compared with Europeans they have gained in surface what they have lost in age. ." That untraveled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when they movi.1," is all their own, and they have the hopes of a continent to set against the memories...
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Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder ...

Christopher Legge Lordan - English poetry - 1844 - 296 pages
...am a part of all that I have met : Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — TENNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies...
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Colloquies, desultory and diverse, but chiefly upon poetry and poets. [by C ...

Christopher Legge Lordan - 1844 - 290 pages
...am a part of all that I have met : Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravcll'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — TBNNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Volume 3

1844 - 714 pages
...am a part of all that I have met; , Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravel1'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2

Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho" to breathe...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 254 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...
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